The sun

I knew you, when the sun was brighter and warmer. I would bask in your light, as you shined, illuminating our home. You were brilliant! You were beautiful! You were amazing! You were my sun and I was your sunshine. These things cannot last long - they never do. I can't remember why you faded. I don't remember how or when. I do know that there is still a light inside of you - behind the pain. I remember you, shining like the sun. I remember sitting at your feet and dreaming of being everything that you were - then. I remember praying for your beauty to be passed down to me. I loved you like a flower loves the sun - following you, drinking you into me, growing off of your energy. But when a sun dies, it becomes a black-hole. I was sucked in. I was crushed. When you blackened, I lost my sun - not my love. Now I pray that I can shine upon you. I dream that we could shine together - for I love you - now and always, my sun.

"Words"

trapped
  scared
fighting
  weak
lost
  cold
shaking
  dark
alone
  below
confused
  self
young
  crushed
frightened
  crying
down
  done

"A girl"

Once upon a time...
There was a girl who was perfect and happy in her own little world,
until the day when someone told her that she wasn't good enough.
She learned an ugly lie that day; what people say matters.
The truth?
What people say can hurt, scar, damage, and destroy a beautiful soul.

This little girl grew into a torn adult, still beautiful on the inside
but too sad to show the world.
Time after time people told her and showed her that she wasn't good enough.
She grew up in a harsh world;
a world that has evolved into a hateful place for her.
She was hurt, scarred, damaged, and she felt destroyed,
until one day when she looked into a mirror and saw
the beautiful woman she had become.

This girl realized that all of those hateful words were a lie
and only fear reflected from all those people.
She started to hear more of what those people said,
they tore down what was beautiful and built up the ugly.
Out of the ignorance of their own hate, they showed her the dark lie.

As she saw the truth, she noticed that there were others.
People that were more like her. Beautiful on the inside.
Now she heard the beauty that came from these angels.
They spoke of how lovely she is and how much they value her.
It was only after she saw her own beauty and worth, that
she heard the words of those that mattered.

We do live in a beautiful world, full of beautiful people.
Remember to look for your beauty and choose your words carefully,
because words can
hurt or heal, scar or redeem, damage or built, destroy or create.

"Dizzy"

sparks of reality
  float around my head
I try to catch on
       to a
   coherent thought
                    but I blink and it is gone
                                                  lost in a sea of angry foam
an unreal storm
    plays out within the spinning vortex
                        that once was my brain
ideas turn into questions
  focus slips away
                                through my fingertips
      I close my eyes in an attempt to find myself once again

"Pain"

The blackness covers
My mind, soul and body
Twisted and tangled
I scream within
Fighting the evil
Taking over me
Lashing out
Anger
Hate
Pain